寂静的春天,有时阳光明媚,有时细雨绵绵,但还没打过一声惊雷,在沉默中,花儿开了,草儿绿了。我漫步在南湖湖畔,不知从哪个角落,传出阵阵“呱儿、呱儿……”的蛙叫声,此起彼伏,不绝于耳。像在说话,又似歌唱。紫藤脱去了冬天枯瘦的外衣,将一片片新绿缀满枝头,构成了美轮美奂的水墨画。“咕咕、咕咕!”一个带白羽的身影在林中蹦跳欢叫,你 Silent spring, sometimes sunny, and sometimes rain, but have not played thunder, in silence, the flowers opened, grass green. I walk in the South Lake, I do not know from which corner, came bursts of “Guer children, Guer children ... ...” frogs, one after another, endless. Like talking, but also like singing. Wisteria took off the winter skinny coat, a piece of green covered with fresh branches, constitutes a beautiful ink painting. “Cuckoo, Cuckoo!” A figure with a white feather jumped in the woods, you